Best Sly As A Fox Poems
Three Pigs
by Melanie D Palmer
There were three pigs.
One was rich and had common sense.
The middle one was poor and dense,
Youngest one was book smart with a bit o scense (common sense & cents).
Smart pig built a house made from bricks,
Stood out more then the others.
Middle pig made house from hay,
He was dumb, they stayed away from one another.
The youngest looked in the book, made his outta sticks.
He was book smart, but no sense like his older brother
The neighbor, was sly as a fox.
He was a wolf with tricks up his sleeve.
His wife got mad,
Finally told him to leave.
She got tired of him not being responsible,
Only wanted to hang out with his pet peeve.
He decided to hang out in the woods,
Began to snoop around.
On his face was a smile,
Certainly not a frown.
He was dressed like a girl,
Wearing a beautiful night gown.
He went to the youngest pig's house.
Asked to enter his door.
Pig said, "get out of here!"
"I've seen you somewhere before."
Wolf decided to not waste hs breath,
Took a match and lit the sticks.
Pig could see him standing there, licking his lips.
Ran to the dumb brothers home.
He opened the door, his brother was alone.
The wolf said, "let me in to visit."
"I am the neighbor you've known."
Took a match and lit the house.
They ran to their smart brother with a skip and a hop.
The wolf huffed and puffed said, "forget it."
Climbed to the chimney and down he dropped.
They were cooking veggie soup,
He dropped into the pot.
Now he didn't have to go to the store,
Waited to eat, until it was nice and hot.
They went to tell his old lady he was dead.
She said, "oh well, I am much farther ahead."
THE END
I've got butterflies in my stomach,
A frog in my throat,
Cat's got my tongue,
And someone's got my goat.
I'm as sly as a fox,
But as blind as a bat.
I'm as silly as a goose.
Now what do you think of that?
In order to stay alive,
she had to be as sly as a fox,
as she lived in a cardboard box,
controlled stress,
an old mattress,
dirty old clothes,
a book or two,
as hunger shows,
dirty water for drinking,
while death is floating, and life is sinking,
those images stuck in her head,
and people who saw her
called her a corpse even before she was dead,
society continues to evaluate,
delegate,
isolate,
then eliminate,
but that’s all they do,
they aren’t alone,
and the subway station was her home.
When I was a child
We had little in means
So all my investments
Were in fantasy dreams.
A favorite of mine
Was told by my pap
Of a Sandman who came
Whenever you'd nap.
He came with a bag
And a mission, this guy
To put one piece of sand
In each sleeping eye.
So I made up a plan
And sly as a fox
Everyday upon waking
I went to my box.
I collected my sand
For a sandbox one day
And maybe a beach
To dig, build and play!
I worked hard at my sleep
And the Sandman was kind
He left me his tokens
For this Sandbox of mine.
Then one day I came home
To check on my stash
And it was all gone
I fell with a crash.
My grandma came running
To see if I died
And I asked if she knew
Where my Sandbox now lied?
She said with a grin
From one ear to the other
"I swept up your room
To help out your mother."
"I threw out that box
It looked empty to me.
Now dry up those tears
I made sand tart cookies."
So that's my sad tale
And I learned a big rule
Saving sand's a bad choice
So eat sand tarts, you fool!
Sly as a fox you might be
Turning and twisting your words around
Toying with your fate and destiny
Till everything pulls you down
Words of prayers you sent above
Hoping no one see beneath the lie
Tricking and fooling the once you love
Guilty, heavy-hearted - You let out a sigh
Hoping sometimes you can fly through time
Going back to histories left behind
To correct the mistake that you made
Away from truth and with guilt you dine
You were showered by rains of regrets
You were confronted by shadows of fears
Knowing God is watching your every step
You just sat there in silent tears
What is done can't be undone
Just a trace to leave behind
Leaving to time to overrun
The regrets you have in mind
You seems confused
You seems distressed
Get over it
And get some rest.
She’s as pretty as a picture
And as quiet as a mouse.
He’s as blind as a bat
And as fat as a house.
She’s as stubborn as a mule
And as sly as a fox.
He’s as wise as an owl
And as strong as an ox.
She’s as skinny as a toothpick
And as slow as a snail.
He’s as sharp as a tack
And as large as a whale.
I could keep this up forever
But you know what they say:
Nothing ruins someone’s writing
Like an overused cliché!
On Saturday night in the city
The seamen are looking for Titty
But sly as a fox
She gets off their rocks
Proving it pays to be pretty
I think of our last kiss
And I tremble.
I remember how I held you
And I shudder.
How when we are one it is bliss
Passion doth resemble.
For thirty years I’ve held your view
Destruction is udder.
Sly as a fox, you lured me with your kiss
Powerful I tremble
I thought I lost love, instead I fell for your screw
Addicted devotee
Naught but a poison, I divorce myself from you
Good-bye pot, hello me
When I met you at my door,
I was hit in the core...
The way you looked at me,
Made it feel like it was meant to be...
My face turned red,
just like you said...
And even when I called you a jerk,
You still had a smirk...
I was extremely shy,
but you were very sly.
Gave me the butterflies...
I appeared to be quiet...
but really, I had a lot to say,
Just didn’t know in what way...
When you talked to me,
my heart filled with glee...
I felt so happy,
that someone shared...
Showed that they actually cared...
We would talk day and night,
Never wanting you out of my sight...
You never made me frown...
You were my sun that never went down...
You had different sides...
You were scary but funny...
And at the same time you called me honey.
You are very slick...
I fell for your tricks.
Always saying the sweetest things,
like calling me baby boo,
saying I miss you and love you...
You were always such a charmer,
like a knight in shining armor...
but you were as slick as a snake,
and you were a fake.
Sly as a fox,
never broke out of your box..
We broke apart...
That was a new start.
You were still in my head,
But I walked ahead...
Enough has been said...
By the time this has been read,
I will already be ahead...
You popped in my mind,
maybe once or twice...
But those thoughts were as cold as ice..
You gave it a try...
But it’s time for you to move on,
So let go of my hand...
And walk this land...
In a world of confusion
Sitting here musing
Advanced as we are
Have we gone to far
What ever you need to know
Your knowledge you wish to grow
Look at your phone it will show
The time of technology is here and now
Don't know, the phone will show you how
Everywhere you look
No more reading a book
People relying more and more
Never opening their door
Lost in a new world they found
A world wide web has us bound
People die
People cry
Lot of folks lie
Lost in the web of their own choice
Sitting among many you hear no voice
Humanity in a box
They were sly as a fox
All the fun things to do
The screen must be made of glue
You lose track of what's real
You forget how to feel
To deal
Our every desire for all to see
Not using our own brain
Simply insane
We become
To some
God's of knowledge to any other time in the past
Knowledge now comes so.fast
This little black box I think
Has taken us to the brink
Families no longer talk
Or go for a walk
Anything they want to see
In the computer it be
Life has been painted
Tainted
Cheapened to such a degree
Thinking their free
While chained to a little screen their attention be
A matrix of our own making
So many it has taken
Seeing all there is to be shown
becomes the reality of its own
The enemy at close range
Loyalty sold for a piece of meat, a coin or a good dose of gossip
The enemy at close range
A friend with evil intentions
Searching for loopholes
The enemy at close range
Embraces you with a smile
Helps you clean your gun
But pulls the trigger when you turn your back
The enemy at close range
Disguised as a sheep but as sly as a fox
Laughs with you at your table
But as soon as it’s dusk
He runs into the shadows to break bread with your mockers
The enemy at close range
Knows your every move
Hears your every word
Spills all your secrets
The enemy at close range
Breaks your heart without a warning
And gives you quinine in place of honey
The enemy at close range
Is a friend with evil intentions
By Sylvia Chika
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How about if time thinks out of the box
Let it be cunning, as sly as a fox
Instead of forward, shift into reverse
Life might be better, if you're not risk-averse
Now just think, in November
if instead of December
The next month was October
and after that, September --
That would be a year to remember
And of course, no need to be older than 50
once you hit five-oh, just back up and go
49, 48, 47, 46 ~ Time would be fun
if it would think of such tricks
Yet calendars have been printed
coins have been minted
There's money in keeping things
the way that they are
So, I guess I'll move to an island
way far away in the sea
Where time won't bother
to sneak up on me
I radiate my inner glow—
like a well-polished precious jewel,
pleasing to see, with graceful height.
My handsomeness: a masterpiece of art,
driven by keenness to shed excess fat,
yet I still stand out like a star in the crowd.
My eyes radiate warmth that melts ice—
as deep and mysterious as a star-filled sky.
My smile, a gentle breeze—
a radiance that brightens all days.
Gentle as sleep, yet fierce as a lion,
depending on how you perceive my calm.
But I am a true gentleman—
like weather: mostly mild, sometimes stormy,
yet with a heart of gold,
veins of its worth hidden underground,
bringing forth joy like sunlight when unearthed.
The glory of my gentleness spreads wide—like wildfire,
yet remains near enough to be felt and tasted.
After all, the proof of the pudding is in the eating.
Sharp as a whip, with a lightning-quick mind—
bright as day, as sly as a fox,
a tower of knowledge
filled to the brim with real wisdom.
Every day, fire burns inside me near my heart of gold,
bringing forth brilliant ideas...
like a burning torch
illuminating every dark corner of ignorance.
Just be my friend and experience the wisdom I represent.
Pondering tulips
She pondered a tulip,
its petals a’ gleam,
on a path through the forest,
alongside a stream
When the trees started smiling,
her heart skipped a beat,
as the ferns whispered softly,
their message discreet,
In echoes of wishes,
her first to her last,
she stared at a toadstool,
the shadow it cast
The sun moved along,
shimmered bright in the sky
as afternoon sparkled,
a glint in her eye
Alone in the twilight,
she danced in a whirl,
with hair golden blonde and
it’s end in a curl
The cattails were singing,
their own special song,
inviting her nicely
to come sing along
And together they sang,
a most wonderful tune
That reached to the stars,
and circled the moon
I watched from a hedgerow,
trimmed neat like a box
I felt I was hiding,
as sly as a fox
It’s then that she saw me,
our eyes came to meet
I thought she was pretty,
her giggle so sweet
But, quick as I saw her,
as quick she was gone
Like evening arriving,
when it was just dawn
But still I was happy,
and who wouldn’t be
When something so pretty
your eyes they do see
So,
I pondered a tulip
its petals a’ gleam
a reminder of her and
that day by the stream
People often ask me about my favorite poet
Let's see if you can guess
He's nothing like the coventional ones
Or even, any of the rest
Everyone who saw him knew his name
For he said it a million times
I laughed everytime he opened his mouth
For he'd always speak in rhymes
He was even so famous he was on tv
And you can still see him today
As long as there's a word called "syndication"
They'll never take him away
Sometimes he was seen as a trouble maker
As he often hurled his rocks
But somehow, he would make his escape
For he was always as sly as a fox
He came to town to find him a woman
But somehow, would always fail
He'd leave the town broken hearted
After spending a night in the jail
Your time is up, Have you figured it out?
It's time to tell you at last
"It's me it's me Earnest T, I can see you but you can't see me"
I'm talking about Earnest T Bass
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